I was planning on proposing to my gf of six years, but couldn't workup the courage to do so. One night after I got home from work I heard something in the bedroom, a burglar had broken into our house and was now holding a knife to her throat.

He told me not to move, and that he was going to fuck her in front of me then leave. I didn't know what else to do, and the look in my gf's eyes was so scared that I was afraid what would happen if I said "no." So I nodded my head and watched him begin to undress her, but as she took her shirt off (her shirt was momentarily between her neck and his knife) I ran across the room and jumped on him.

I had never been so scared in my life, but I knew if I didn't put up a fight he would kill me then my gf (who was now dialing 911). I found his neck in the struggle and began squeezing; he cut my arms and torso, but I didn't let go until he stopped moving (unconscious). After I stopped choking him I fell over and my gf ran over to me saying "the ambulance is on its way, please don't die."

I thought I was dead for sure (I was losing blood fast and soon passed out), but the ambulance came and I was brought to the hospital. When I woke up my gf was sitting in a chair with her head on the edge of my bed; I didn't want to wake her, but the moment I shifted she shot awake and almost jumped on me. She had tears in her eyes as she pulled a bag off the bedside table and out of it she pulled the ring I was going to propose with.

Before we would be interrupted by nurses and before I would give my statement to the officers; I took the box from her, got out of bed (setting off several sensors in the process), and in nothing more than a hospital gown I knelt down and said "Ellie, I almost died today and right as I thought it was all over for me my last thoughts were of you and how happy you've made me; and there is nothing that I want more than to spend whatever is left of my life with you. Will you marry me?" With tears rolling down both our faces she said yes, and almost immediately after a pair of nurses came running in scolding me for being out of bed (and hooking up all the sensors again).

On our wedding day (a year and a half later) I tripped and cut myself with the cake knife. So in a very crowded hospital room we had the JP perform the ceremony and in the same hospital where I proposed we got married (luckily that time I had more than just a hospital gown on).

TL;DR I have scars across my chest and arms from the night I proposed to my gf.